The truth was, he had not expected to receive any money, and as he was a sort of miser, it made him feel better to think he was going to get damages without having to pay a lawyer.

In reality, not more than fifty cents' worth of molasses had run to waste.
When the storekeeper had left Mr.Henderson further questioned Bob, getting all the particulars of the trick.
"I'm sorry, dad," said Bob when he had finished his recital.
"That is what you say every time, my son.

You said it after you frightened Mrs.Anderson's cow and they had to have the veterinarian for the animal, but that did not pay his bill.

I had to settle for it." "I know, dad.

I'll not do it again." "And that's another thing you always say, Bob.